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He finishes off his warm whiskey, “Don’t get me wrong I’m not complaining. Hell, cut me in, not like I have a choice but if the choice was there. Pick me, It’s just that this shit is going to bite us in the ass and I’m going to be the one cleaning this fucking mess up.”
“True, but there is no way we can tell Dainy the truth, right now she is already living with a weight on her shoulder.” I say
“We are living with problems Sabastian, between you and mine that is enough to give a normal man a stroke.”

“Yes, but we not normal, we are born from lies, I myself have spun my own web, it’s already strengthened with the amount I have told.” I say this as my eyes go to my fingers on the armrest staring at the my family Crest, my namesake, the Delroy ring.
“We are destined to be like the men before us, aren’t we.” Dexter’s statement sounds like he is talking about prison time. And maybe the Guy’s father just worked for my dad but Kent and I are friends. We grew up together. Not meaning that I would be calling him my best mate but the guy certainly has the potential.
“Destined? No, I think the word is expected. Can’t leave the world to be run by arrogant asses who don’t know the difference between borrow and lend. Plus you gonna love looking for those shit pieces my dad collects. Trust me.”

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“So what’s happening with Dainy?” He takes a sip of the whiskey he opted for, walking closer to the couch I am currently sitting on.

I shrug, keeping my eyes on him, whilst my right index finger idly plays with the rim of the glass I have placed on the armrest, “Told you, somebody threatened her.”

“I thought you got Kylie playing bffs’ with her this weekend, how the fuck does she get threatened when she practically has the mafia and the Satan Sniper’s guarding her every move.”
He takes a big gulp of his drink stretching his neck.

“They are not guarding her, and the mafia isn’t guarding anyone, they merely playing i-spy on Kylie for Vincent, there is a difference. I got a call thirty minutes ago from an anonymous male man. Said I should stop digging or Dainy will be wearing an orange suit.”

“Fuck, how did this become so complicated?” He walks toward the three seater directly opposite me in three long strides, and sits down in a Kent fashion. “One small lie and now what? How long are we going to keep running in circles , lying , deceiving people?”

“As long as it takes since when did you have a problem with it?”

He finishes off his warm whiskey, “Don’t get me wrong I’m not complaining. Hell, cut me in, not like I have a choice but if the choice was there. Pick me, It’s just that this shit is going to bite us in the ass and I’m going to be the one cleaning this fucking mess up.”